My voice:
Meek and feeble,
It's locked up without choice.
Over there, Paranoia reigns king.
Face to Face,
My forlorn voice,
Fails to keep up the pace.
Over there, frustration is mounting.
But with pen and paper,
Dwelling alone,
My voice rings loud and clear.
Here, perhaps I too can be a king.
Months. Years.
Many have passed,
But only now revelation appears:
Here, my voice is not afraid to sing.
Submitted: January 15, 2014
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Comments
Very well said, and I do understand. Keep writing! And thank you for the kind comment on my story.
Fri, January 17th, 2014 2:10amExcellent poem!
Sat, January 18th, 2014 5:59pmhmn.. i think your a very good poet =)
you should try posting some of your poems on, WATTPAD.com its a better writing site. please try it.
anyways, i like your poem, keep writing (^o^) !! morePOWER !!
A well written poem, your right pen and paper you can express your feelings without fear, great piece.
Fri, February 28th, 2014 10:46pmA brilliant poem, it flowed well, I enjoyed it!
Sun, March 9th, 2014 1:39pmThere's a certain power in the way you pen your words. Very creative and with sound meaning. I agree with many of your readers, you should do something with your work. I'd buy it.
Angellynn
Wow awesome poem :)
So short but there is so much power and emotion in it!!
Well done and you are very talented ;)
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Ah, I really like this. It's brilliant.
Wed, January 15th, 2014 6:08amAuthor
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Thanks for taking the time to read it!
Wed, January 15th, 2014 6:51am